Although Sikong Jing's voice was mild, it was not quiet. The gazes of Eastern Tyrant's core figures instantly froze. Someone was blocking their path ahead?
And it was... a top-tier Emperor?
Indeed, aside from Sikong Jing, no one from Eastern Tyrant had yet sensed anyone standing in their way.
Before the crowd could react... Whoosh!
A tall figure had already appeared aboard the Divine Shuttle's main ship where Sikong Jing stood.
On the surface, the man looked somewhat aged, already past one hundred and fifty, yet he still exuded an incomparably ferocious aura.
The instant he appeared on the ship, he silently locked eyes with the masked Sikong Jing. At the same time, Eastern Tyrant Branch's core figures had all drawn their weapons and pointed them at him.
Every one of them was on high alert, their nerves stretched to the limit. This was a terrifying top-tier Emperor.
After several breaths...
The tall man finally spoke slowly. "Sikong Devil, what a big mouth you have."
Naturally, he was referring to Sikong Jing's earlier words... friends could come aboard for a drink, while enemies could either get lost or die.
Sikong Jing merely replied calmly, "How many times must I say it? I am the Dark Wing Commander of the Eastern Tyrant Branch... and my mouth has always been this big. After all, I have troops in hand now. Even a top-tier Emperor is useless against me."
Battle-killing formations gave those of weaker realms a chance to challenge the strong, so naturally Sikong Jing had no fear.
At those words, the tall man's gaze focused on Sikong Jing again as he said coldly, "Then why didn't you immediately unleash your battle-killing formation patterns? Without doing so now, aren't you afraid you won't be able to block my instant assassination?"
After wiping